Connections: June 27.17

The library was a bike ride away

back in the day

bumping up

oof

and down

ow

the curbs

back in the day

my kingdom for a basket!

handlebars and books

precarious one-girl circus

back in the day

a tiny place, that library

in a big summer

and the books whispered

take me for a ride on your bike

to that cushy old blanketed couch

in  your cool damp basement

and don’t forget

what this was like

back in the day.

 

 

 

 

Thanks again to the S.W. Berg Photo Archives.

And thanks also to the Poquoson Library, Virginia, and all libraries!

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Connections: April 21

Tuck this in your docket

a poem for your pocket

a sonnet for your vest

or line of anapest

today in bits of paper

in literary caper

we raise a silent cry

against the plain and dry

and summon muses hence

with their accoutrements

metaphor and simile

rhythm light and nimble-y

poetry’s declaration

of determined preservation.

Happy Poem-In-Your-Pocket Day, dear reader!

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Connections: March 23

If this be barn

I think to myself

the cows are milked

by gnome and elf.

Can such an otherworld

storybook mime

really exist

in this place and time?

If I tiptoe around

not touchin’, just lookin’

would someone say Kommen Sie

for warm apfelkuchen?

Would Goethe move over

the Grimm Brothers share?

Could I touch a past

so reverenced there?

More thanks to the S.W. Berg Photo Archives.

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Connections: February 5

The wing

is the thing —

humanity’s crux.

Yearning to fly,

we invented books.

The book sculpture above is part of a place named (wrongly, I hope) The Last Bookstore.

It is in downtown Los Angeles.

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